The moment is at 5:41 a.m. It’s not yet daylight. My housemate Lulu is licking my hand. I’m not usually awake at this hour and

"A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022
M.A. Counseling Psychology & Grief Recovery Specialist
The moment is at 5:41 a.m. It’s not yet daylight. My housemate Lulu is licking my hand. I’m not usually awake at this hour and
Let’s dive right in, shall we? But first, one great, big, gnarly caveat: Know that if you’re not a doctor or nurse or paramedic or
Hello Beloved Blog Buddies, It has been over half a year since I last posted. Back then I was two weeks into my recovery from surgery:
Once upon a time I worked in an organization where there were two of us with names that began with C. I became “Big C”
It’s that time. Tomorrow the lucky Americans (because let’s not forget: not all of our citizens are living “The Dream”) will be seated at a table with
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Following are the first in what will be a recurring series called, “Snapshots & Snippets,” little fragments of life caught in a photo and text
I recently completed 100 days of walking (see: “The Weight of Loss”). There were mornings when, admittedly, I was on auto-pilot. I would arrive back to
For those who believe meditating is about clearing your mind and silencing your thoughts, I offer this personal observation: Ha! Not my experience at all!
[PHOTO ABOVE: From left to right: Celenia (author), Claudia (sister), Carmen (mother), Camelia (sister), circa 1980] I woke up yesterday morning feeling like, “Ugh. This day.”
Another birthday has passed. Another year of life. Another rotation around the sun. I’m grateful for the folks who send cards and emails, and birthday
This is not a story about someone who knows who she is from the get-go. This is a story of a woman who’s worn many